Tuesday, June 2, 2009

are you to turn the color of my insidesand let me back into the regimentpermit me to accommodate myself with correlating planssynchronizations, meeting points and timesso i know like i used tothat the other side will receive mewith my seven snake eyes, paid malevolence and fangs

give me you are a fiend in my gutand what i would like to rely onwhere do you gowill it stop your deafnessonset by too manywho may have meant well

if i needed you here i would have willed it by nowthe ache is an impasse, closer is terminalbut i unjustly reminisce the way the wrong key opens an ancient doorthere, there nowherethat does not recede, wading through reason on a starvation dietwith one broken oar, two black eyes, and a scalpelto draw you out

i have had but could not keep

it's an electrical storm, that is what happened

not for you, for meswimming in my own blood less bravely than my customi became a drain, then a messengernow objects adopt your characterand i am in love with an applianceas if you made it work